Andrés - Romphims and Mimosas lyrics

White picket fence, back money loan
Two little kids, living in Seven Oaks
And you stay at home, while I go to work
And when I come back at 4
We take off our clothes

I'm not sure if I find as
Much satisfaction in that life
’Cause truthfully I party all night
Me and my homies play shows like
Every month and in every country
I just love the "Road-Life"
I don't want a routine of
I'm waking up to your morning breath
Hangover less and hardly in debt

But them bangs look good on you
I wouldn’t lie to you "Eye-Liner" baby
Let's take a trip out to Vegas
Them bangs look good on you
I wanna lie on your jean skirt, baby
I'd be lying if I ever said
"I don't think about us"
"I don't think about us"

Tell me you don't see the "dead end"
In chasing me as something
"more than friends"
But I like when you come visit me
We don't fall asleep until it's 3 AM
But you wanna argue how I haven’t asked
You to just be my lady
I tell you, "I’m busy!"
But truthfully I just want to be free
And flirt with the girls at the shows

But them bangs look good on you
I wouldn't lie to you "Eye-Liner" baby
Let’s take a trip out to Vegas
Them bangs look good on you
I wanna lie on your jean skirt, baby
I'd be lying if I ever said
"I don't think about us"
"I don't think about us"
"I don’t think about us"
"I don't think about us"
But when I think about "Us"
I think we're better without "Us"
I think your mommy and daddy want
You with somebody with car insurance
I think the 30 old version of
You wants somebody with life insurance
I think the 30 old version of me
Would have already joined a circus

So here's your chance to
Be with someone else
Or be with me if all you really want is
A heartwarming scene from the most
Miserable family in the world
A heartwarming scene from the most
Miserable family in the world
A heartwarming scene from the most
Miserable family in the world
A heartwarming scene from the most
Miserable family in the world

But them bangs look good on you
I wouldn't lie to you "Eye-Liner" baby
Let's take a trip out to Vegas
Them bangs look good on you
I wanna lie on your jean skirt, baby
I think I'll call you